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Why the need? An excerpt from Freya Aswynn. Feminine Powers are Necessary for Peace.

Suppose that, at a certain point in the evolution of consciousness, two opposing currents evolved, one directed towards differentiation, and the other one opposing differentiation. The latter current, working towards homogenization and the dissolution of differences in both gods and humans, has been very strong over the last two thousand years–until now, that is–when we are experiencing a renaissance in a variety of traditions. It seems that the end result of the concept of “one god for all” is the limiting of the creative faculties of the human mind.

Why, in any case, is there a need for gods? The human mind is not capable of relating to the cosmic intelligence directly. It therefore invents mediating images. Our observation of the human race, and of the differences between individuals as well as between groups, leads us logically to conclude that each person finds a god or goddess with whom he or she can identify, a deity who acts as a model on which the individual’s aspiration and higher self can be projected.

In a monotheistic religion, however, there is no variety. There is only one possible choice: a male authoritarian figure who imposes upon his followers a list of dos and don’ts, keeping them in submission by threats and promises based on such philosophically unrealistic ideas as absolute good and absolute evil.

Monotheism went wrong not so much in tracing the gods back to their original, more or less abstract principles, but doing so in an unbalanced manner. The historical figure who started monotheism was an Egyptian pharaoh from the Eighteenth Dynasty name Achnaton, or Amenhotep IV, who in his time was confronted with a corrupt hierarchy of greedy priests. Reacting against this hierarchy, he instituted, in a more or less violent revolutionary manner, a religion with only one god, Aton. By this act, the original mistake of monotheism was made. No acknowledgment was made of the feminine part of divinity. This new monotheism was totally male-dominated. If Achnaton had gone one step further and recognized that what he envisaged as being a single deity was of equally balanced polarity, or else was something of a completely neutral nature with no concept of gender at all, then a great deal of suffering would have been avoided. Thus it it can be seen that Achnaton started monotheism and in the process made possibly the most disastrous error in the history of human thought–the ousting of the feminine principle from Nature. By so doing he created a split between the female and the male halves of the human being. All of us are partly male and partly female. Achnaton himself seems to have been complex-ridden in regard to female sexuality. He came down through history depicted in Greek mythology as Oedipus, and eventually ended up on Freud’s couch!

In pantheism, we have been spared any of this nonsense. Each of our gods is like each of us, on a grander scale.

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